Saving John Watson
It has been a long but horrendous evening but after being on a wild goose chase, talking with the homeless network and a break from when John’s mobile coming back online. I finally was directed to Battersea Power Station. I finally can breathe a sigh of relief to know that John is safe. But to the extent of his injuries, I was yet to find out.
I managed to slip by Moriarty’s minions with ease. If he knew that they were slacking on the job then I know that he would be incredibly frustrated and annoyed at their behaviour. But then again ordinary people's minds must be so boring.
I followed the screams of John and I managed to finally find him. What the sight I found when I laid eyes on him was enough to make the strongest man feel nauseated. The blood that stained his face and his shirt as he was tied to a chair pleading for them to let him go. I knew those two anywhere. The most dangerous men in London. Moriarty and Moran.
Now I felt like I stared at the scene in front of me for hours before I did finally confront Moriarty. I have never heard John actually breathe a sigh of relief but at the same time curse at me.
” You took your fucking time. ” he exclaimed which made both men look directly at me. Seeing Jim’s usual smirk made me more set in my ways to get John away from the situation.
I stood there and negotiated a strong deal. One that highly annoyed John as I immediately offered to take his place. After all, Moriarty’s games always aimed to catch my attention and here I was. Offering myself on a plate to him which he accepted.
” You are always so good to me Sherlock. I am glad that you accepted my little game. I have missed this. Us. Florence was ever so perfect. Shame it had to end so soon. Til we meet again. I will be in touch. ” he responded in a soft sultry tone of voice before leaving me with John.
After undoing the ropes, I knew straight away that John was angry. The breathing laboured, the restricted eye contact. I swear if the doctor wasn't so in pain from the torturing then I think he would have beaten me mercifully. But this is serious than my social experiment. This is going to take a lot longer for the wounds to heal and to forgive me for bargaining with Jim.
I can hear his thought process going. His paranoia over what happened in Florence. His processing if I slept with Jim or what we did. This man is filling up with paranoia and anger. It's a ticking time bomb ready to go off. This will not go down well. In fact, I am fair to say. It will be a while before John Watson will speak to me.
But despite this, I managed to call Lestrade and we got John to the hospital. I have been requested by John that I am not to be there, so Lestrade is up there with him to ensure he stays there. I wish him well upon his recovery. I must admit, the flat is very quiet. I may just sleep. I have not rested since the disappearance and I am exhausted.
I have written a lot this evening (it feels like it anyway) but I promised an update. I will keep you informed with what will happen next.
Until next time.
-SH